Olive Bray · stanza 66
1908At many a feast I was far too late,and much too soon at some;drunk was the ale or yet unserved:never hits he the joint who is hated.Printed edition
Stanza 66
The Elder or Poetic Edda, 1908
The Elder or Poetic Edda, 1908
At many a feast I was far too late,and much too soon at some;drunk was the ale or yet unserved:never hits he the joint who is hated.